He caught the Red-Eye to Miami
Couldn’t get any sleep
Had to make it to the island
After one night in the streets

Desperate people do desperate things
He knew his luck wouldn’t last
On his way thru Key Largo
Held up a liquor store for some cash

He knew a boat would be waiting
At the end of US1
To take him to Havana where he
Knew he’d never be found, he’d say

Pour me another Cuba Libre
Light me another cigar
Bring me another pretty little senorita
Won’t have to go too far
Won’t have to go too far

Half way thru the passage
He had to lighten the load
That’s when the coast guard started firing
That’s when he knew he’d never get home

They say you can hear him
Somewhere out on the waves
And when the moon is right
You can hear him say, he’d say

Pour me another Cuba Libre
Light me another cigar
Bring me another pretty little senorita
Won’t have to go too far
Won’t have to go too far